Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

This is a ficional short story, in 750 words.
Something quick to read during the Covid-19 lockdown.

Chen Zhang started at our secondary school the same day as the rest of us. He was the only Chinese kid we had ever seen, except on telly. Everyone was looking at his sticky-up jet black hair, and the funny colour of his skin, which looked like he might have jaundice.

Everyone called him Chen, even the teachers. It took a long time before anyone found out that Chen was his surname, because of the way it was written the other way round. But by then it was too late, and he was stuck with Chen.

Bit like everyone calling me Butler, and thinking Kevin was my surname.

His dad had brought the family over from Hong Kong, to open a Chinese takeaway in the suburb of the city where we lived. We…